America's Spiritual Sickness

It's officially been a year since conservative activist and Turning Point USA founder Charlie Kirk was murdered in cold blood. 

Just the day before Kirk was taken from us, on September 9th, 2025, I moderated a conversation between my friends, who have spent nearly half a century in a politically-mixed marriage.

Rick (conservative) and Jeanne (liberal) show us the path forward. Jeanne spoke to how, when she was on chemo therapy, her conservative, National Review-reading neighbor did her laundry and groceries for her while she received treatment.

Just one day after that conversation, Charlie was shot and killed.

You'd think that, in the aftermath of Kirk's assassination, everyone, no matter their ideological persuasion, would come together and unequivocally condemn political violence.

Not so.

While millions mourned, a shocking amount of asocial, chronically-online Leftists took to Facebook, Instagram, and other social media platforms to mock Kirk's death.

One year later, and they're still at it, posting dances, memes, and other vulgar content celebrating Kirk's murder.

I'll spare you the pictures and videos. 

What's More, the newly unveiled Kirk statue in Phoenix was just vandalized with red paint. 

These people are sick, and if you know people like this, who cheer on political violence, I'd urge you to disassociate yourself from them.

There is a sickness in America today. One of the asocial variety. This sickness causes you to write love letters to Luigi Mangione, support child-murderers like Lindsay Clancy, and produce satire about the assassination of a father of two children.

These people are sick and need healing.

Some things can't be fixed at the ballot box. 

What plagues us today is spiritual.

Let us hope and pray for better days to come.

Wendell Berry, RIP

By Frank Filocomo

Over the last week or so, my social media feeds have been inundated with tributes to the late, great Wendell Berry, who passed away at the age of 92 on August 31st. 

I only really got into Berry a year or so ago. 

He was, by all means, a great man of letters.

A Southern agrarian and communitarian at heart, Berry taught us that life wasn't just about expediency, efficiency, and bigness. Rather, his writings centered around home, rootedness, neighborliness, and good husbandry.

He despised the fast-paced industrialized life of Northern cities. 

A cosmopolitan life, to Berry, was one devoid of meaning.

Born and raised on his family farm in Kentucky, Berry understood that place, people, and nature, above all, were what gave one meaning and purpose. 

The migration of peoples from a rooted life in the agrarian South to a hyper-industrialized and impersonal life of a Northerner corroded the soul. 

I read and loved The Unsettling of America, The Need to Be Whole, and a few of Berry's essays, including his famous Luddite lament: Why I Am Not Going to Buy a Computer.

A Jewish-Italian from Brooklyn, Berry let me into a world that I knew nothing about. 

What did I know about the cultivation of land or the importance of animal husbandry?

I've spent my life in the "concrete jungle," moving around from one Brooklyn apartment to the next.

No connection to the soil or anything like that.

But still, Berry's prose resonated with me in a deep and profound way. 

Why?

Well, because, I firmly believe that, within all of us, there is a visceral need for belonging, place, and communion with others. 

Atomistic living is not good for us. On some deep level, we all understand this.

Berry gave words and a voice to what we all already knew to be true.

In his words, "to be whole and free, we must be at home."

Berry is, once again, at home.

RIP.

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